Gasoline is on the ground
The match is dropped
Flames spread around
The clocks have stopped
The church is burning
Burning bright
The cross is glowing
Dying in the light
People screaming
Children dying
He’s still dreaming
While he’s dying
A flame surrounds him
It grows larger and larger
The fire grows hotter and hotter
As he grows colder and colder
You’re getting revenge
He made you hurt
His hair starts to singe
Now he’s burnt
To a crisp
You say goodbye
And kiss his lips
He had to die
You have no worry
You’re deed is done
You leave with hurry
That’s your idea of fun
